Huh.

Huh.

Well, apparently I didn’t send an email last Sunday. I believed I did. When Claire texted, asking if she had missed it, I replied it had gone out and that I’d check the system to see why she hadn’t gotten it. But she hadn’t gotten it because there was nothing to get....
Salt Water

Salt Water

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. —Isak Dinesen Sometimes, all three. As for Mom, her hip is healing well and her surgeon is pleased. But her confusion has increased. On the plus side, she’s turning into a poet. Tonight, she...
Not Just My Mom

Not Just My Mom

It’s an entire generation. Her friends who have become my friends. Eileen, who moved to assisted living first. Marge, who moved to assisted last. Mary, the woman down the hall from my mom’s old apartment. When I see Mary in the rehab hallway, I ask what she’s doing...
Broken

Broken

I was asleep, not even in that half-dreamy-sleep-wake state that happens when my body knows the alarm is about to sound. My phone clanged with a call. My arm reached, eyes and head thick with foggy dreams. Too late. When I called back—the hospital closest to where my...
Mind The Gap

Mind The Gap

Several  people wrote to me last week about wanting to start new habits. So, I’ll offer a few more recommendations. Hook your new habit onto something you already do. I meditate immediately after waking (well, after appreciating the delicious feeling of soft, warm...
A Little Intimidated

A Little Intimidated

Talking to a friend after last week’s guest post from Teresa Tanner, my friend mentioned she was both impressed and a little intimidated. I get it. And that’s probably the last thing Teresa would want. Here’s an invitation to an alternative approach: Let’s not...
Jule Kucera